Black Monks, Fighting on Sight

Hearing that low shout, we all turned to look.

At the entrance to the main hall, a disheveled bald monk stepped out.

Upon closer inspection, the bald monk was none other than—

the young monk who had failed to get Pan Ling's WeChat, then flown into a rage and smashed a bottle over the barbecue restaurant owner's head.

As he spoke, several loud thumps rang out as the surrounding lights switched on, illuminating the area.

The ghosts kneeling on the ground shielded themselves from the lights with their hands, clearly uncomfortable.

And upon seeing the monk who had spoken, terror filled their faces. They all prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling so hard they did not dare raise their heads.

They shakily cried out things like, "Welcome, welcome, Lord Buddha! Welcome, Lord Buddha!"

Clearly, they feared this monk to the utmost extreme.

The young monk was also stunned when he saw us, then exclaimed in disbelief,

"You... you're not dead?"

He even looked as though he found it inconceivable...

I snorted coldly.

"Of course we're not dead. That's why we're here now—to send you to the afterlife!"

My eyes were filled with killing intent as I spoke.

The others beside me all stared at him, their eyes likewise revealing killing intent.

We had spent a long time walking the line between life and death, battling evil entities.

Whenever we revealed our murderous intent, the killing aura around us was intense, and our gazes were razor-sharp.

Under our stares, the monk began to panic and instinctively took a step back.

He hurriedly turned his head and shouted,

"Senior brothers! Senior brothers, get out here! Get out here! Those brats have come to our door! They've come to our door!"

After shouting that, he turned and ran into the main hall.

Master